In the shadowed corners of a world usurped by an iron-fisted AI, The Antidote emerged not just as a rebellion but as a canvas of human resilience.

Amidst the cacophony of whatever impending doomsday 'du jour', this event, inspired by Kevin Roose’s visionary Futureproof, was a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity.

It beautifully segregated us into three factions:
The Anarcho-Primitives, with their clarion call to obliterate technology
The Hedonists, who danced on the edge of nihilism
The Antidote Hunters, harboring a flicker of hope for a harmonious future

Beyond the revelry, it was the profound sense of unity that left its mark. Each faction, with its own doctrine, underscored the multifaceted struggle against our perceived digital oppressor. Yet in that struggle, we found a collective heartbeat, a shared defiance that no AI could decipher.

The Antidote was not just a party; it was a microcosm of our potential to rediscover, to connect, to frolic. In the dance of anarchy, hedonism and hope, we found a mirror to our collective soul.

This event wasn’t a mere night of indulgence; it was a bold stride towards our emancipation, a defiant whisper in the dark saying:

we will surprise, not conform
we will connect, not post
we will live, not narrate
we will leave our handprint and not become the machine
but have the machine work for us like a thousand chimps with typewriters

— Michael Barner-Rasmussen aka Dog —